(Would one of these be a sighting since it came to me secondhand? There's two in here.)
This woman came to my register today with a bunch of the prewrapped, cheap gifts we have and receipts for a return. I was semi surprised until she said why she was returning them. Apparently when she asked her son to drive her back from the dentist's, he screamed F You, threw this gigantic hissy fit and made her drive back even though she was doped on Percocets. So therefore he deserved nothing for Christmas. I wouldn't have believed it myself if she hadn't been talking around gauze in her mouth and looking frazzled.
I asked my manager to grab the barcodes off some of the other prewrapped gifts since she had torn those off. While he was coming back he picked up the gifts she had on my register to take to his since there was a gigantic line building up behind the woman. At that moment one of the idiots in line ran up to the register next to mine and barked out "Gimme a packa Marlbaro Lights NOW!" (Yes Marlboro's mispelled on purpose)
"Sorry sir I'm helping this lady now," said my manager.
"Oh come ON," whined the guy.
"Sorry sir, I know, but I'm helping this lady out." And my manager processed the return while the guy stood behind the lady at my manager's register and whined and bitched. He got his cigarettes finally and stomped off.
Oh yes, not a sighting but an annoyance: people who don't stamp snow off their shoes and track it all over the store. By 9:30 in the morning our front rug was dripping, sopping wet, with puddles forming around it. Grrr.
This woman came to my register today with a bunch of the prewrapped, cheap gifts we have and receipts for a return. I was semi surprised until she said why she was returning them. Apparently when she asked her son to drive her back from the dentist's, he screamed F You, threw this gigantic hissy fit and made her drive back even though she was doped on Percocets. So therefore he deserved nothing for Christmas. I wouldn't have believed it myself if she hadn't been talking around gauze in her mouth and looking frazzled.
I asked my manager to grab the barcodes off some of the other prewrapped gifts since she had torn those off. While he was coming back he picked up the gifts she had on my register to take to his since there was a gigantic line building up behind the woman. At that moment one of the idiots in line ran up to the register next to mine and barked out "Gimme a packa Marlbaro Lights NOW!" (Yes Marlboro's mispelled on purpose)
"Sorry sir I'm helping this lady now," said my manager.
"Oh come ON," whined the guy.
"Sorry sir, I know, but I'm helping this lady out." And my manager processed the return while the guy stood behind the lady at my manager's register and whined and bitched. He got his cigarettes finally and stomped off.
Oh yes, not a sighting but an annoyance: people who don't stamp snow off their shoes and track it all over the store. By 9:30 in the morning our front rug was dripping, sopping wet, with puddles forming around it. Grrr.
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